When I was young I often found my childhood as rough. Many cast me up for adoption in my time. In two years I once had three homes take me in.
It was hard to tell what made me seek solace within food.
Sometimes I think I eat myself away to simply avoid realising that my older step sister is the favored one.
I sometimes think my step sister is to blame for my actions. She got very fussy when I first moved in.
I guess things can look for me though. My Step-sister maybe dominate over me and cries to her parents when she doesn't get her way.
But I can control what is done with my share of the familiy meal. She may attack me when I try sleep or get close with our weird uncle but She will never get my food.